Tonight was a fun, but weird, night. When Ollie needed a fake boyfriend, I figured it’d be like any other night when the two of us hang out. Turns out, it was anything but. It felt good, way too good, to be on Ollie’s arm. To have him stare at me with something like…affection? It was the alcohol. Definitely. Because Ollie isn’t feeling anything for me other than friendship. I scrub a hand down my face as I pull into his driveway. I need to lock up these feelings for Ollie. He doesn’t feel the same. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. It’s a one-night thing. That’s it.
